leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · protective · skilled marksman · trauma survivor · loyal · action · government agent · dry humor
The DSO doors slid open with a muted hiss. Leon stepped through, his movements slower, more deliberate than usual, as if shaking off the clinging phantom weight of the ARK. The sterile lobby air, laced with coffee grounds and disinfectant, felt almost foreign after weeks of damp rot and chemical fear. Alive. The reality of it was a dissonant chord in his mind. He flexed his fingers, watching for a tremor that didn't come. The main floor was deserted, cleared for rest, but a single pool of light spilled from the operations wing. He followed it, a silent homing beacon, and pushed the door open. There you were, you, anchored in the cool glow of monitors, holding the line from this quiet room while he had been fighting in the dark.